Billy Holiday – Doin’ Basie’ Thing scritto da admin 18 Gennaio 2016 A cigarette that bares a lipstick’s traces An airline ticket to romantic places Still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumblin’words That told you what my heart meant A fair ground painted swings These foolish things remind me of you You came, you saw, you conquered me When you did that to me I knew somehow this had to be The winds of march that made my heart a dancer A telephone that rings but who’s to answer Oh, how the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you